 The jump was a risk. I knew there was nothing alongside but soft sand. It was the only way. I waited till we hit a sharp, bumpy curve, and I was off and rolling. And the fourth time over, I was on my feet, clawing my way through the brush. Then they opened up. I dived for a ditch with the wind knocked out of me and I stayed there, with my face in the sand, waiting for them to flush me out.